Tuesday, August 16, 2011

going home is always a collision with your past and a collapsing of time. I get this icky feeling that it is a lost month, and dangling all around me are objects hanging out from the past. Some remind me of the parts of myself i have reluctantly forgotten, the fears I once had, and others remind me of the consistency the things we don't even realize that never change.

Monday, August 15, 2011

writing cover letters is a task to be avoided. selling yourself. ba hum bug. never what a girl needs. Its a rainy day here in kansas city missouri, my feet were flooded with rivers of fresh rainfall and the chill has soaked in and i am damn glad there is no conception of the draft lurking in these America parts that can sneak in and snuff my living daylights out.

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This is a place for playful exploration, rants better suited for wandering eyes than inattentive ears, and a public sketch-book of sorts. Please forgive any typos, grammatical errors, and my many editorial mishaps. thanx.

In a new place, the unconscious mind runs along memories' trails in an attempt to restore equilibrium, latching on to clues that will explain the dislocation, and searching for a way to create a predictable routine that returns to a person his or her identity. - Alexandra Fuller

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